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Aurora's POV
"You may now kiss the bride"
I heard the priest say. I excitedly looked at those beautiful piercing blue eyes that stared at me, they belonged to my husband, Damien. He had a small smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss me. I could hear people cheer on in the background, my parents, his parents, our friends and family. They were all here to celebrate us.
I closed my eyes as he got closer, waiting for those rosy pink lips to touch mine.
"Aurora!" I heard someone call my name aggressive but ignored it. This wasn't the time, I was going to kiss my new husband, Damien.
"Aurora get up now!" I heard that agitating voice again and suddenly felt cold. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't met with Damien's dreamy blue eyes, instead what stared back at me was a pair off angry black eyes that belonged to none other than my mother in law, Eleanor Sinclair.
I looked around to see that I was in bed. It turned out that I had been dreaming, again. It was all just a dream, there was nothing truly happy about my life. I was back to this depressing, gloomy world.
"What are you still doing in bed you lazy woman! It's past 7 and I still haven't had dinner. You dare lay there wasting time while your husband is working so hard to feed you and this family" Eleanor sneered at me in anger.
She was Damien's mother, my dream wasn't exactly a dream. In reality, I was really married to Damien, however our marriage was far from happy. It was more of a nightmare than a dream.
"B.. but the chef-"
"You're not paying him are you? You don't have a dollar to your name and you're certainly not in the position to ask any chef to make a meal for you. Now get off that bed and make me dinner" She said and stormed off.
I let out a sigh after Eleanor left the room. My eyes caught the frame that was hanging by the corner in that room. In it was a picture of Damien and I in our wedding clothes. He held me with a little smile while I grinned brightly like I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Well... I used to be the luckiest girl in the world, until I lost my parents. The thought made my heart shatter into pieces again. My parents were influential and wealthy multimillionaires. They owned a tech company that they built together and I was their only child. Life with my parents was a dream, I was set to inherit the Vale company and had everything I ever needed. I was spoiled rotten as a child while growing up.
Like every other girl, I had the biggest crush on Damien who was the heir to the Sinclair multimillion company. Our parents saw our match as something that would benefit both sides and quickly arranged for us to get together.
I was the most excited, telling everyone I would be Damien's wife, after all, he was the most handsome, richest and most sought after bachelor in the country. Damien on the other hand was as cold and nonchalant as anything. Although he didn't oppose marrying me, he never showed any love or affection.
I didn't mind, I was in love and felt like showering him with love would make him love me back, it didn't. I was living a dream until my parents died in a car crash two months after my wedding.
My whole world came crashing down in that moment as I totally fell apart. I had lost the only family that I knew, I had no siblings and wasn't close to my cousin. My parents were my only family and I lost them both in one bloody night. To make matters worse, my uncle, Gregory Vale, came with the will. And to my greatest shock, my parents left nothing but a cheap pendant to my name. They had willed all their properties and money to him, Gregory.
I was in shock and was completely devastated by both this revelation and the loss of my parents. However, my husband who was supposed to comfort me didn't even spare me another glance.
He acted like I didn't exist and things soon turned from bad to worse as the Sinclair family saw me as baggage. My marriage to Damien was planned because I was the heiress to the Sinclair company and could bring them some benefits. But now that it was revealed that I had nothing to my name, they saw me as useless and all the dreams I had about being married to Damien soon turned into nightmares.
I pulled myself off the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Eleanor. Although Damien was a multimillionaire, I had nothing, not even a dollar to buy a pen. His family treated me like a servant and made me work to earn every penny they spent on me.
"Good evening Madam, what would you like us to prepare tonight?" The head chef greeted me respectfully. I was thankful for the kind staff in the mansion who continued to treat me kindly.
"Don't worry sir, I want to make dinner myself" I said, he looked a bit disappointed and conflicted but briefly nodded and left the kitchen.
Although I wasn't raised to do any work, I wasn't even allowed to dress myself up as I grew up with incredibly rich parents who provided everything I needed, I still took an interest in cooking and learnt culinary skills as a hobby. Now I was forced to cook every time by Eleanor who refused to acknowledge my skills.
After an hour in the kitchen, I made barbecue chicken and Alfredo pasta. I checked the time and it was already past eight. Damien still wasn't back from work. I packed extra food and decided to drive down to his office to give him dinner.
Even though he wasn't being a good husband and allowed me to be maltreated by everyone, I still decided to devote myself to him and love him.
I got to his office building which he owned no time and took the private elevator that took me straight to his office floor. The desk before his office which belonged to his secretary was empty and instead, his P.A, Ray stood there.
"Good evening Ray" I called and he looked up at me. He looked both surprised and nervous on seeing me.
"Oh.. Madam, why are you here? It's so late" he asked with a polite smile.
"Well I figured Damien must be working late, I decided to bring dinner for him, it's home cooked" I added with a smile, walking towards him.
"Oh.. well I... I will make sure to deliver it to him" he attempted to take the food but I refused and walked past him.
"No, it's fine, I will give him myself" I tried to pass but he stopped me.
"Master Damien has asked not that be disturbed" he said nervously and I frowned.
"Why-"
"Oh Damien!" I heard a loud moan from his office and both I and Ray froze.
AURORA The discharge papers were signed after all the back and forth and the final instructions given, the wheelchair was waiting by the door, but I sat there in my actual clothes for the first time in days, the fabric feeling strange against my skin after so many hospital gowns. My bag was packed and my things collected, but something was missing, something important. My daughter was still here, in the NICU, fighting for her life.I know the doctor has reassured me a million times that she was safe, I still couldn't think about anything else."Ms. Vale?" The nurse touched my shoulder. "You're all set. Mrs. Bayer is waiting for you outside."I nodded and stood up, my legs weak and unsteady, my body still recovering from everything it had been through. I walked out of the room and down the hallway, past the nurses' station and the waiting room and the doors that led to the NICU. I stopped for a moment and looked through the glass, pressing my hand against it. I could see her incubator
AURORA The days in the hospital blurred together.Each morning started the same way. I woke up to the beeping of machines and the pale light filtering through the blinds, the same white ceiling staring back at me. A nurse would come in to check my vitals, adjust my IV, ask me how I was feeling. I always gave the same answer: tired. And every morning, the nurses would wheel me down to the NICU to see my daughter.The NICU was a quiet room, hushed and solemn, filled with the soft beeping of monitors and the occasional cry of a newborn. The nurses moved with practiced efficiency, their voices low and soothing. I'd sit beside the incubator, my hand reaching through the small opening to touch her tiny fingers. She was so small, so fragile, her skin still pink and wrinkled, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. The tubes and wires connected to her tiny body were fewer now than they were a few days ago, a small sign of progress.She was getting stronger. I could see it in th
AURORA I was back in Sacramento. But it wasn't the Sacramento I remembered. It was a different version, a version where everything went right.The sun was warm on my skin, the sky a perfect blue without a single cloud in sight. I was standing in a garden, roses blooming all around me, their petals soft and red and fragrant, climbing up a trellis that had been painted white. The air smelled like honeysuckle and fresh-cut grass, the kind of smell that made you want to close your eyes and breathe it all in. A white fence stretched along the edge of the yard, and beyond it, a house stood tall and welcoming, its windows catching the afternoon light. The same house from my dreams. The same house from my fantasies. The same house I'd imagined a thousand times before, the one with the wraparound porch and the big oak tree in the front yard.I looked down and saw my daughter in my arms. She was older now, maybe two years old, her dark hair curling around her face, her eyes bright and curious.
AURORA The next time I opened my eyes, I didn't know where I was.The ceiling above me was white and the walls were white and everything was white and blurry and I couldn't focus on anything. My body felt heavy, like someone had filled me with concrete while I was sleeping. I tried to move my arm but it wouldn't obey. I tried to speak but my throat was dry and nothing came out except a small, strangled sound."She's waking up."A voice. Soft, somewhere to my left. I tried to turn my head but even that took too much effort, the movement sending a dull ache through my neck and shoulders."Aurora? Can you hear me?"I blinked slowly, the blurry shape above me coming into focus. A face. A woman. Dark hair pulled back. Glasses perched on her nose. Dr. Ellis."I—" My voice cracked, the word barely a whisper. "What—""You're in the hospital. You gave birth. Do you remember?"I tried to think. The memories came in fragments, pieces of a puzzle I couldn't quite put together. The pain. The ambu
LAURORA The words were still hanging in the air when the pain hit again.I was sitting at the counter, my hand on my stomach, trying to process everything Mrs. Bayer just told me. Mr. Bayer. The burglary. The medicine. The debt. All of it crashing down on me at once. And then the pain came, sharp and sudden, ripping through my lower back and wrapping around my stomach like a vice. I gasped and grabbed the edge of the counter. My hand slipped and I almost fell off the stool."Aurora?" Mrs. Bayer rushed over. "What's wrong?""I don't—" I couldn't finish the sentence. Another wave hit, stronger than the first, and I doubled over, my breath leaving me in a strangled cry. The pain was different this time. Deeper. More insistent. Like my body was telling me something I didn't want to hear."Oh God. Oh God, no." Mrs. Bayer's voice was shaking. "Maria! Call an ambulance! Now!"Maria dropped the tray she was holding and ran for the phone. I heard her voice, high and panicked, but I couldn't
AURORA The holiday sales were brutal.Thanksgiving came and went, and with it, a flood of customers looking for discounts on the pies and pastries Mrs. Bayer baked for weeks. The diner was packed every day from open to close, the line stretching out the door and winding down the sidewalk, the phone ringing off the hook with people calling in their orders. Maria and I worked double shifts without complaint, running between the kitchen and the front, our feet aching, our hands raw from washing dishes and carrying hot plates. The tips were good, better than they'd been in months, but the work was relentless.By mid-morning, the pastry case was nearly empty. Mrs. Bayer was in the back, rolling out more dough, her arms covered in flour, her face flushed from the heat of the oven. Maria was running between tables, her hair escaping from her ponytail, a tray of coffee cups balanced precariously in her hands. I was at the register, ringing up customers as fast as I could, my fingers moving a
AURORA By the time the sun came up, the basement was empty except for the now wet mattress, the ruined sofa, and the puddles of water still soaking on the floor. I stood in the kitchen with my arms wrapped around myself, my wet clothes sticking to my skin.Mrs. Bayer arrived a few minutes later. S
AURORA I woke up to cold water dropping continuously on my feet.At first I thought I was dreaming, those very traumatizing dream where you keep run but don't go anywhere, or fall into water but can't swim when you know pretty well you can, or when a snake slither up your stomach all you can do is
AURORA I spent the rest of Sunday morning finishing what Mr. Bayer and I had started. The sofa was in place, the dresser against the wall, the bed in the corner, but the little things still needed doing, hanging a curtain over the small window, finding a spot for my suitcase, unpacking the last bo
AURORAI was still staring out the window at the empty street when my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I already knew who it was before I pulled it out.Only one person called me. With no family,







